The Alan Parsons project – a recurring within a

For my own guards I’ve never had a thought
Which I could not set down in words
But even more distinctness
which I can see you through

In words
The clock struck midnight
And through my sleeping
I heard a tapping at my
I but nothing lay in the
And so I turned inside once more

To my amazement
There stood a raven
Whose hung above my door
Then through the silence
It the word
That I shall hear for evermore

Quoth the raven, nevermore
Thus quoth the raven
Nevermore

Quoth the raven, nevermore
Thus quoth the raven
Nevermore

In words
And still the raven
Remains in my room
No how much I implore
No words can soothe him
No prayer him
And I must hear for evermore

Quoth the raven, nevermore
Thus quoth the raven
Nevermore